RoundTable Adventuring

Sheriff Cage Blunnde's Journal

It was a mildly curious and irritating week. As originally thought, “The Traveling Exhibition of Doctor Phineus Krane, Professor of Antiquities and Master of Shroud Artistry", did attracted the attention of the local Hobgoblin rabble. A refreshingly naive Halfling reported the body of a dead hob scout in the road. Seeming expectant that I would abandon my charge to launch an investigation. Monastic type, a believer, must have been cloistered too long in the mountains.

Hobs view other races as nothing more than tools—implements to be enslaved, cowed, and put to work. If only she new what a Hob thinks of her people. Halflings are especially prized as slaves for their agile skills and the ease of breaking them to the collar.

Would have been an easy case. Only hours earlier some long-haired oaf and his band of sell-swords demanded bounty for the poor bastard. Told him flat, “Even if there was a bounty on Hobgoblins, this season, one is still expected to bring proof of death.” Loud were his objections but like most cowards they were short. Omitted that knowledge to the Halfling. My job is to keep the peace and killing a hobgoblin isn’t exactly discouraged around these parts. Didn’t do any good though the grease-bag decided he’d take his bounty out of the other band of mercenaries the Halfling was a part of, some flashy dagger. Valuable too would fetch a fine price. I could see why the Paladin wasn’t willing to part with it.

A tussle ensued that quickly exploded into an all out melee. Those Jenkin boys aren’t getting any prettier. Still fighting over the same broad that left town years back. I don’t even think she ever spoke to either of them. Personally, I’m not against an honest brawl, why in my youthful waste… It was looking like it was going to blow out after the Halfling bird nutted Honnerhock… or, whatever his name was. Then, POW! Now, I’ve seen paladins smite evil before but, it is always a sight to see. Had to put a stop to it right then and there before it turned bloody.

Took the vinegar right out of those despicable Banner bastards. The Taldan’s say, “Sick the wolf on the tiger and the hunter’s work is done.” This unfortunately was not the case. The centre piece of the exhibit, Chelish King Haliad III, was on fire. Ironic, that. I was starting to think this other group of rabble was alright what with one of them avoiding the brawl all together. But that uppity Halfling squaw lead the verbal strafing in an attempt to blame the injured party. It wasn’t Krane who started the melee. What was the skinny, arrogant, bookworm to do? Shoulders like a trout that one. Strong breeze would put him over. That table he hid under is probably the only thing that kept him alive.

I confiscated the dagger and sequestered both groups in separate windowless rooms upstairs. Ostler was good enough to wave the fee. Such a friendly chap. Keeping that place running like a top. I’ve always been curious why he didn’t open up a larger Public House on one of the more major routes through the Arthfell. Even opened up some reserved stock to comfort that pompous, over entitled professor. There’s a reason shrouding went out of fashion it’s morbidly depressing. A simple rendering of a person, while they were still alive, along with a token is much more respectable than an imprint of their naked, desiccated corpse. Rendered by magic; what a waste of resources.

Doesn’t feel right punishing all these people due to the destruction of an over priced rag. If it’s half as valuable as Krane claims, in accordance with the law, he has to be compensated for the loss. I hope an answer to this problem presents itself while I dream. The hour is late and I need my rest.

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Leon #2

Adventures are not all fun and games like the stories make them sound like. My first quest was also the first time one of my allies fell in battle. It is regretful that not only did we lose a valuable ally, the forces of good and justice did not quite prevail this time around.
Perhaps the light is not all powerful? Perhaps there is no justice in this world, people live or die at the fate of a dice roll. It is saddening to believe that our lives are nothing more than favorable results.
Light, give me strength. Purge these doubts from my mind. Help me to better protect my comrades. Tomoe died trying to protect me. It was because she doubted that I would be able to defend myself. Curse my immaturity, it’s because everything thinks of me as a mere child, as someone to be protected.
Light, give me the power to protect others, the power to convince others that I am strong enough to take care of myself.

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Chartreux #1

The encounter at the inn conferms what Chartreux always knew – you cant trust the Authorities. In the name of ‘peace’ and ‘order’ they run roughshod over the truth and only care about the concerns of the rich and ‘proper’ citizens. We were attacked and defended ourselves, but because some dumbass scholar is too stupid to protect his property WE are to blame.

So now we are forced, under penalty of imprisonment and theft of property, to risk our lives traipsing through the wilderness trying to make sure that the rich investor class always gets their moneys worth. And to make matters worse we are forced to compete again another group who have shown their willingness to use force and murder their enemies.

The Sheriff cares nothing for truth or justice and no doubt drags that Witch in for questioning so often for bullshit crimes youd think she was a tiefling. If this injustice is what passes for the LAW in the region we should do everything in our power to destroy it.

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Leon #1

Well, it’s a hell of a first adventure. It’s nothing significant like going to destroy an undead army or slaying dragons, but it’s a start. The party I’m venturing with is…. interesting to say the least. There’s 2 halflings, both are completely different and neither get along. One seems to be an experienced adventurer, but his methods are questionable. But perhaps such are the ways of adventurers?

This other party that we met. They need to be brought to justice, how could that ‘sheriff’ allow people of such alignment to stay here. They are the root of the problem. If that blockhead fighter didn’t make a scene, I’d still have that dagger. Something is definitely fishy with this whole thing.

Maybe I’m just overthinking things. Perhaps my sense of fairness and justice are different than that of the outside world. I think the party is suspicious of my nobility, but I don’t think they know I’m of house Raglan yet. Perhaps that is for the best, for now.

Also, I really should have asked that barmaid for her name….

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Amarro #1

Well That didn’t go as planned.

Things I learned on the failed attempt to get to the other bar:

1. Daggers are surprisingly heavy
2. The kid can throw one hell of a punch when he needs to
3. Sheriffs have some apparent dislike of letting people finish a perfectly fairly acquired pie
4. Tomoe is: – surprisingly strong and fast…
– Also surprisingly adept at tying knots
– not a very light sleeper though
5. I need to find a better way to get down from a window quickly
6. Owls are scary
7. It’s Always the Gnome

plans for the future:

1. learn how to escape from ropes
2. learn how to tie ropes
3. pretend to be a good boy when Tomoe is watching (the kid is alright though, much better than
i thought a paladin would be)
4. do the ol’ sticky fingers routine in the next town, purse is feeling a little light.
5. Make SURE Tomoe or the kid does Not see the ol’ sticky fingers routine
6. beer

should be fun these next couple of weeks, and maybe I’ll even get to shoot that little goblin cocksnot in the face! yeah that’ll put a smile on my face.

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